
Tender seasons of our soul
shine joy and absolute frustration.
Those in-between stages of life;
strangled in what feels to be,
branches of age deprivation.
I remember too…
The soulful tune and beat;
“You Just Don’t Understand,
It Sucks to be Thirteen!”
You can’t drive a car,
Or wander off too far.
And when did my ma?
Turn into such a dork!
So many emotions and feelings
swirling around my ceilings.
It’s enough to make you hurl,
But then that would be…
Another mess for me to clean!
You’d think I was a maid!
Sing boldly my refrain;
“It Sucks to be THIRTEEN!”
I’m pretty sure it is my fate,
To NEVER be allowed to date
until I am the ripe old age of
One hundred and six years old!
I promise you;
“It sucks to be Thirteen!”
Would someone please explain….
Exactly when....
my father was christened
Blessed Pope.
I am drowning with no hope!
I plead to you dear friends;
it truly sucks to be...
stuck in parental trees of
bold demise , age thirteen.
Swear to me the skulls truth,
will this year..... ever end!
picture of my mom!
Dedicated to :
Poetess Nikki...
Hang in there sweetie,
you are dearly adored.
Much Love,
Your other mother dork!
ears2hearyou/Kathleen




What a nice tribute to Nikki! Blessings, Patty

Theresa








Excellent rant!

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